Standing at my loved ones graves, looking at the dates, it hit me. Everything about them summed up by a birthdate, a dash, and a date of death. How can something like a insignifacant "dash" represent an entire life? I thought about that as I plucked a few weeds and laid the flowers. Scrapbooking and documenting our lives is so very important. I vow to get better at it. I want my family to know my faults, my quirks, my kindness. I want them to know me - beyond a simple dash and a couple of dates. But even more than that. With or without scrapbooking, I want my dash to count. I want my life to matter. Here's to making that dash count!
Hope everyone remembers their loved ones this weekend and always. God bless.